Hi guys! I know I'm being a bad girl and writing a one-shot instead of updating my multi-chapter stories like I should be. I just had to get this one-shot down though. My teachers decided they would make us all suffer the first two weeks back from break and give us humungous amounts of homework. :( So, updates might be a bit slow.
Plus, I'm taking the high school placement test this Saturday, so I have a lot of studying to do. Hopefully I'll get some updates in over the three day weekend!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny with a Chance, or any of the songs used in the story. What a sad life I live.
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Are we good?"
"Oh, we are so good." Sonny Munroe stomped out of the cafeteria, having just finished her daily - no, almost hourly - fight with Chad Dylan Cooper. Rounding the corner, Sonny tried her hardest to maintain her angry demeanor and prevent the smile that was threatening to take over get out. Finally, she reached the safety of her dressing room. Sonny shut the door, plopped down on the couch, and let the goofy grin overtake her face.
Chad Dylan Cooper. Just thinking about him made Sonny's head hurt. He was so, so... complicated. One minute he would act like a total jerk, and the next he would be all sweet and thoughtful. Some days, Sonny wanted to slap that conceited look off of Chad's face, and other days... she would get lost in those sparkling eyes. Shaking these thoughts out of her head, Sonny reached into a closet and pulled out her favorite stress reliever - her guitar. Strumming a few cords experimentally, she began to sing a song that seemed to fit the mood.
"It's just a little crush," she sang, her fingers strumming over the guitar in perfect melody. "Not like a faint every time we touch. It's just some little thing. Not like everything I do depends on you."
"You just can't hide your love for me, can you?" Startled, Sonny jerked upwards to see the blonde heartthrob himself standing in her doorway. How did he get the door open? She would have heard... wouldn't she? Unless she was too wrapped up to listen, which was entirely possible.
"What do you want Chad?" Sonny spat back at him, her angry tone not coming out quite as she had expected. Chad laughed and sat down on the sofa next to Sonny.
"Relax, Munroe," he grinned adorably at her, causing Sonny to lose her train of thought. "I'm just messin' with you. By the way, you have a really nice voice." Sonny that Chad was complimenting her, something his rarely did, and that she should be grateful and thank him. However, she was too confused and frustrated to say anything. Chad's eyebrows knitted to get in confusion.
"Sonny?" he asked, sounding slightly... caring. (gasp!) "That was supposed to be a compliment, you know." Sonny still didn't say anything. "Hey, Sonny? Hello? Earth to Sonny!" Finally, Sonny spoke.
"I don't understand you," she said, sounding slightly defeated. Chad's looked more confused that ever.
"What?" he asked. "What are you talking about?" Sonny sighed.
"Chad, I don't understand you!" she repeated. "And it's driving me crazy. One moment you're acting like a conceited jerk who doesn't care about anyone but himself, and then next moment you're acting like a sweet, thoughtful guy who does care about others. I can never tell what you're thinking or what you're going to do next! I don't know if it's because you're..." Sonny trailed off, sounding embarrassed. Chad chuckled.
"I'm not bipolar Sonny, if that's what you're wondering," he said smirking, and Sonny blushed slightly. "It's just... I have a reputation to protect."
"But why do you have to have that reputation?" Sonny persisted. "Why can't you just let your true colors shine through, Chad?"
"I can't do that Sonny," Chad replied, sounding sad.
"Why not?" Sonny asked, looking confused. Chad sighed dejectedly.
"I... I just can't," Chad's head dropped, and he looked so dejected that Sonny just had to take his hand in hers. She shivered slightly at the rush of electricity that traveled up her arm.
"But, why Chad? Why do you have this 'bad-boy' reputation?" Sonny asked gently. Chad's blue eyes met with her own and Sonny felt her breath hitch.
"Hollywood," Chad said, his voice bitter. "I knew I had to create this persona if I wanted to survive here. Everyone does. Except for you." Chad's eyes looked desperate. "Why Sonny? Why are you so different?" Sonny felt slightly taken aback by the intensity in his voice.
"Well... you just have to be yourself, Chad," Sonny replied. "If people don't accept you for who you are, that's their problem, not yours." Chad sighed again, then a rather forced smile came across his face.
"Thanks, Munroe," he smiled at Sonny, causing her heart to skip a beat. "For talking to me. By the way," he winked at her as he got up to leave. "You do have a really nice voice. I think I might talk to Marshall about getting you to sing on that show of yours." Sonny's eyes widened in horror and she opened her mouth in protest, but Chad just chuckled and strolled out.
"Chad, wait!" she called. When he didn't answer, Sonny sank down on the couch and groaned.
"So," Marshall said, sitting at his desk. The cast of So Random was in his office, ready to give him the ideas for the week's show. "What do you guys have for me?"
"Well, we came up with another great Annoying Girl sketch," Sonny said, handing Marshall the script. Marshall read over it, his grin growing bigger. At the end he burst into laughter.
"Oh, this is fantastic!" he cried, wiping his eyes. "Priceless! Great job, kids!" The cast grinned at each other.
"So, does this mean we can go?" Tawni interrupted. "I need my Tawni Time!"
"One second," Marshall said, looking at Sonny. "Chad came by earlier this week. He said something about you... singing..." Sonny turned bright red and began to mumble incoherently, internally cursing Chad.
"Sonny can sing?" Tawni asked, looking surprised.
"Apparently," Marshall replied. "So, why don't you sing something for us, kiddo? Maybe we can have you sing on the show! That would be great for the reviews!" Sonny twisted uncomfortably in her seat. She didn't really like performing in front of others. But with the rest of her cast blabbering excitedly about how great it would be, she couldn't really say no, could she?
"All right," she mumbled, then ran to her dressing room to get her guitar. On the way back, she ran into Chad. Literally.
"Ouch, watch it Munroe," he said, rubbing his head. Then he noticed the guitar case in her hands and a grin spread across his face. "Ah, I see Marshall got you to sing, eh?"
"Shut up," muttered Sonny. "It's your fault."
"Is it Sonny, is it really?"
"Yes, it is. Really." Sonny shot back. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my cast."
"Mind if I tag along?" Chad asked smoothly, following her.
"Yes, I do." Sonny replied. "This is a So Random meeting. So Random members only." Chad rolled his eyes but allowed Sonny to go on. She ran the rest of the way back to Marshall's office.
"Go on Sonny, play something." Marshall encouraged.
"Uh, okay," Sonny replied, her throat slightly dry. "Uh, this is a song I wrote." Sonny strummed a few strings on her guitar and began to sing.
I am confident, but I still have my moments
Baby, that's just me
I'm not a supermodel, I still eat McDonalds
Baby, that's just me
Well, some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything Because of where I
Had my start and where I make my name
But everything's the same
In this la-la land machine
Who says, I can't wear my Converse with my dress?
Well baby, that's just me
Who says, I can't be single and have to go out and mingle
Well, baby, that's not me, no no no
Some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything because of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
Well, everything's the same
In this la-la land machine
Sonny blushed as Nico and Grady began whooping and hollering. Even Tawni was clapping excitedly. Marshall looked just plain thrilled.
"Sonny, that was brilliant!" he exclaimed. "You must sing on the show!" Sonny nodded nervously.
"Amazing!" Marshall gushed. "Spectacular! All right, you all may go." The cast poured out of the office, and Sonny ran into Chad again.
"Chad Dylan Cooper!" she scolded, shocked. "Were you listening?" Chad looked kind of sheepish.
"Um, well, maybe... yes?" he glanced at her. Sonny just sighed in defeat. "But, you did sound amazing." Sonny smiled shyly.
"I really like the new side of you, Chad," she told him. "I think you really should just let go. Forget about your rep." Chad's smile dropped.
"Sonny..." he said. "You know I can't do that."
"Yes, you can!" Sonny insisted. Chad just shook his head and walked away. Sonny frowned, then smiled hugely as she got a great idea. Dashing into her dressing room, she screeched:
"I need some sheet music!!"
Ha ha, left you at a cliffy, didn't I? Evil me. Don't worry, the next part will be up soon, I just thought this was too long of a one-shot. Ugh, there I go again! Curse me and my inability to write one-shots! This is exactly what happened with Secret Sonshine!
Don't worry, this will just be a two-shot. I hope. :P
By the way, the two songs used in this chapter are: Crush by Jennifer Paige and La-la Land by Demi Lovato.
Reviews, please!